will help him.” The corners of
Nidan’s mouth tugged down. “Why hasn’t he killed us?”
Kiana looked at him, puzzled.
Surely the Wolf was too injured to harm anyone, least of all
her.
“ I was taught
that a Wolf mage could cast their magic no matter how badly injured
they are, even if doing so kills them,” Nidan said.
Kiana shuddered and regarded the
Wolf. It was a good question, but she doubted he would give them an
answer.
The Wolf’s brow furrowed and he
closed his eyes tightly.
Kiana didn’t need to know why the
Wolf hadn’t tried to kill them. “Will you try to heal him?” She
expected Nidan to argue.
He didn’t. Nidan puffed out his
cheeks and closed his eyes again. This time he relaxed almost
immediately. Kiana made quick glances around, watching for danger.
When she looked back at the Wolf, his eyes were open again and his
expression was less pained. Physically, he looked the same.
Eventually, Nidan rocked back onto
his heels and looked down at the Wolf. “He won’t die.”
“ But…”
Nidan snapped his head round to
look at her. “I’ve set magic in place so his wounds will heal
quickly. There won’t even be any scarring. It’s a damned sight more
than he deserves.”
A smile of relief touched Kiana’s
lips. She had been wrong to doubt Nidan. “Thank you.” She looked
down at the Wolf. “Try not to get yourself killed.” She began to
turn away, but paused. “If you want to thank us, then don’t kill
another soul tonight.”
She held a hand out to Nidan. “We
should go.”
The nervous expression vanished
from Nidan’s face. He stood and accepted her hand. As they moved
away, the Wolf painfully propped himself up on one elbow. Kiana
froze and stared at him.
“ Run.” The Wolf
stared directly at her, his eyes were cold and piercing.
Kiana shuddered.
The Wolf’s eyes narrowed in an
expression of anger. “Run.”
Nidan’s grip tightened on Kiana’s
hand and he pulled her away from the Wolf.
Chapter
Two
Nidan dipped his flask in the cool
river, took a swig and then stood and faced the imposing cliff that
towered above them.
“ What are you
thinking?” Kiana was watching him intently. The shine had gone from
her eyes, and her shoulders sagged under the weight of the day’s
events.
Instead of replying, Nidan looked
at the uneven surface of the dark rock, searching.
“ Nidan?” Kiana’s
voice had risen in pitch.
It was the first rest Nidan had
allowed them to have since they had fled the tower. Throughout the
day, they had heard Wolves in the distance and caught the
occasional glimpse of men through the trees, but by Pios’ will they
had managed to evade detection.
“ We need to find
somewhere to hide,” Nidan said. He could just make out several
gashes and fissures gouged into the rock in the gathering
darkness.
“ Can’t we keep
running?” Kiana raised her hand to point downstream. Almost
immediately she allowed her arm to drop limply by her
side.
“ You’re
exhausted. I’m exhausted. Besides, the Wolves will expect us to
head for the main road to Valgate,” Nidan said.
Arms crossed, hands resting on
opposite shoulders, Kiana moved to stand beside him. “They’ll send
more men there, won’t they?”
Nidan nodded. “But if we head north, we can reach Valgate by
going across country and avoid the main road.” He looked down at
Kiana’s face, which was cast in shadows in the failing light. Her
eyes were wide and fearful.
“ There isn’t
anywhere to hide,” she said. “I can keep going.” She sounded so
defiant that Nidan wanted to believe her.
He narrowed his eyes, stepped up
to the rock and used his fingertips to explore the tallest fissure;
it was longer than the height of an average man. Already, the
shadows were making it look smaller and less significant, but Nidan
could see that it extended back into the rock face. It was just
wide enough for a person to squeeze through; at least, he hoped it
was wide